Treasure hunter hits a real honey hole - or rather, two.

The first week that I was at the store, she and I didn't get a chance to talk again. I used the excuse of getting a copy of my staff's schedules to check out Layla's. Sure enough, we only shared a lunch break one day a week. I was determined to make that next one count. I knew there was no chance of Layla having someone in the store to share the break with - she was the junior staff member in her department by at least 20 years. Sure enough, she accepted my invitation, and the next week, we brought back some Chinese takeout to my office and we enjoyed a great 45 minutes together in a relaxed conversation.

Men, we think that women aren't on to us with our strategies. Women, I'm not even going to try and fool you. I was being friendly, in the absolute hope of getting "friendly" after work. The small talk, the jokes, the blas__ assurances of "Oh no, I'm not looking for a relationship right now. I'm just concentrating on adjusting to a new area of town." Its transparent, I know. But its expected in a blossoming relationship, and it continues to prove its worth time after time.

Lunches soon turned into after-dinner drinks. Drinks turned into meeting at a movie over the weekend. The movie led to an actual "dinner and a show" a few days later. In the space of little over a month, I found myself in the front seat of my car, passionately kissing a woman I had only known a few short weeks. That first night that we made out was incredible, her lips were succulent and warm against my own, and with hardly any urging, my hand was soon massaging her breast through her tank top. Everything going perfectly, hot and heavy, windows starting to fog, and then that god-awful phrase every man in my situation has heard at least once.

Women - why do they have to be so damn "monthly" at the wrong times! It was assured to me that any further sexual adventures between us were going to have to wait a while. And that was it. Oral pleasure, eye-popping views of her bosoms, anything further - all on hold. I figured I wouldn't have to wait too long though, and due to the fact that I was about to hit a three-day weekend, I made the call Saturday afternoon.

"Layla, I can't stop thinking about the other night. I want you badly, and I cant think of anything besides finishing what we began on Wednesday night. Will you join me Monday night in a room at the -------- Hotel?"

Taking a Sex Goddess to Heaven

Layla showed up half an hour late, as women are wont to do. I am convinced that they know exactly what that does to us, but justify it as payback for the lace unmentionables that we invariably rip or ruin in the heat of the moment.

She was ripe for the moment. She arrived wearing tight jeans, and a button down blouse. I had already taken the liberty of undressing down to my shorts, and had covered up with a hotel robe. The nightstand was adorned with all the essentials: a 3-pack of condoms, lightly scented lotion, and baby oil.

Layla and I wasted little time in resuming where we had left off. She immediately took the liberty of taking off my robe, leaving me standing before her with my cock tenting my black boxers up against her belly. We stood in the middle of the room kissing and licking each other's lips, our groins, pressed hard into each other. I licked around her earlobe, and circled around behind her. I pressed my crotch against her ass, and nibbled her earlobe as my hands slid underneath her shirt. I caressed her waist and middle while she pressed her ass back against me. My hands slid up her front and cupped her breasts through the lacy bra.

Most guys would brag about their woman's nipples being the size of a pencil eraser.